Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.